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“See something you like?”I ask.

She shrugs and looks away.“Oh, I don’t know.”

Chuckling, I drop the towel and stalk toward her.

She can’t help but watch me now.Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

I stop at the edge of the bed.“Suck me, little one.”

She scrambles off the bed and gets on her knees, then takes my cock in her mouth.I hold onto her hair while she licks and sucks me, but I don’t want to come like this.Before long, I’m pulling her away from my dick and helping her onto the bed.I flip her around, yank down her panties, and eat her out from behind.I can’t resist tasting her.

“Are you ready for my cock, Ella?”I ask.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

“So polite,” I remark.

“Well, you wouldn’t let me have it last night when I forgot my manners.”

“I’m glad you learned your lesson,” I say, notching myself at her tight, slippery entrance, “because now I can do this.”

I stroke inside her, struggling to leave my worries behind for these few blissful moments.In less than an hour, I have that meeting with Joel, and I need to talk with Jaxon about the investigation before I head into the office, too.But right now—right now, I’m with Ella.She’s going to live here with me, and the three of us are going to make things work.

She cries out when she comes, her voice raising to the ceiling, and the squeezing sensation of her pussy clamping over my cock sends me over the edge, too.I remain inside of her until I’m soft, peppering kisses over her shoulders.

“About moving you in with me,” I say.“How about we do that this weekend?”

She turns around and smiles at me.“That sounds great.”

My movements are quick and light as I get dressed.I kiss Ella with a smile on my lips, then leave for work.

I’m still grinning to myself, light on my feet, as I arrive at the coffee shop near my office building.

Joel’s already here.He sees me arrive and gestures me toward his table.He’s wearing a dark gray suit and has his brown hair slick and combed up.I think he favors the style because it gives him an extra half-inch or so of height.The watch on his wrist is a Hasan-Auguste, which I recognize because Rayanne bought me one for Christmas when we were together.My watch is gone, now—she took it with her when she left me for Steve.I keep expecting to see it on Steve’s wrist one of these days.

“I already ordered your coffee,” Joel says.“It should be ready in a minute.”

“Thanks.”I can’t keep the note of caution out of my voice.

His blue eyes flash with irritation.“I’m not here to fight,” he says.“I’m here to apologize.”

I’m not sure what I think about this.Can I believe him?Fuck, I want to so bad.I want to have raised a good man, not a misogynistic little shit.I’m about to sit down when the barista calls out that two coffees are ready for Joel.

“I’ll get them,” I say.

When I return to the table and set down our drinks, Joel’s hands are folded in front of him and he leans forward.

“So you want to apologize,” I say.

“Yes.I’m sorry for the things I said about Ella, both around her, and around you.It was hard for me to find out you and your friend were sleeping with my girlfriend, but that’s not an excuse for my behavior.”

“Your ex-girlfriend,” I correct.

“My what?”

“Your ex-girlfriend.I didn’t sleep with her when you two were together.”

He shrugs.“We had just broken up, like hours prior, but okay.”